Ironman Canada is officially 9 days out & my taper is in its second week. The injury front is still a little up and down. Monday I was feeling pretty good & did a 20 minute run. Tuesday I woke up with maybe the most pain in my foot to-date. My coach told me to get into see an ART (active release techniques) Therapist asap. I was fortunate to find a provider in Seattle that could treat me this week & will also be up in Penticton BC next week for the Ironman race so I’ll be able to get treatment on race week.
As expected I was worse off on Wednesday that I was on Tuesday but after two ART sessions & a good acupuncture treatment I’m feeling better. Wednesday night my run workout consisted of aqua jogging in the pool. If you think swimming laps is boring…try running laps in the pool…
I’m confident that come race day I’ll be 100% with feet that are up for the challenge.
If your looking for an ART Therapist in the Seattle area I highly recommend Dr. Natasha Whittaker-Ayers at the Wedgwood Center for Natural Medicine. (Just don’t try to schedule with her next week…)
Note: Natasha has relocated back to Canada 
On the sad side of things my Grandpa passed away on August 19th. I’m happy to say that his final few months were very peaceful. He was able to stay in the home he built 35 or so years ago & was surrounded by family. My Mom, Grandma, Aunts & Uncles did an amazing job taking care of him. I’m happy that over the years I spent a lot of time with my Grandparents, lived with them, worked for them & always had their support.
A memory of my Grandpa that stands out was when he took me to a dentist appointment as a kid. The appointment was for a filling, as soon as I was finished it was off to the bowling alley for a burger. I think I ate more of my numb bottom lip than my burger. My Grandpa had a full life there’s no doubt about that, I would say first of all he was most proud of his family & second was his time flying in the military.
Driving up the hill leaving their house won’t be the same without him standing on the deck watching, I miss him already!
Left to right, Uncle Don, Me/Monza & my Grandpa, good thing we don't stand too close to each other! (2008)
Come on Lance…lets get that cure for cancer!
Sorry to hear about your grandpa. I can completely relate. Funny – they just don’t seem to realize how special they are to us, and it makes them all the more wonderful and lovable. I’m glad to hear that your injury treatment is doing its work. I tend to have bizarre phantom pains before big races, but day of there’s never a problem.